Revenge chapter 3
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A few moments after Sephiroth put the Bloodstone on the table, he began to chant an ancient spell. Felix watched helplessly as a ring of energy surrounded his body, and drew out some of his energy.
"This won't hurt very much..." Sephiroth looked at Felix, and began to place a special energy into his body. The pain was unbearable, and Felix's cries of pain were for naught. In this room, nobody could hear his screams. "Boy... nobody can hear you screaming... your painful screams echo into the darkness, lost... why does it hurt you? Why do you feel pain?" He said, as he gently stroked Felix's cheek with his index finger.
Felix managed to look at Sephiroth, and said in responce: "You... you're not...human...you sick bastard!" He looked away, as Sephiroth looked him over. Sephiroth simply smiled, and finished the transfer, and told Felix, "What am I exactly? What are you? Why do you exist? Why do we all exist? Somethings in life cannot be answered right away." He grabbed the stone, and then broke it in his hand, shards tearing through his glove, cutting his hand. The blood trickled down his fingers, as he took his glove off.
Felix watched Sephiroth, as he licked up the crimson liquid. "Are you... a Vampire?" he said, in horror. Sephiroth looked at the boy, and still smiled. "No...but I know what you are... And, it's time you return to your room..." He lead Felix out of the room, then kissed him.
Felix went back to his room, completely mortified from the whole event that just happened. "What the hell just happened to me... I feel so strange..." Felix looked around the room, feeling a bit woozy from the spell that was used, which was actually for a special ritual, that took of some of his blood, without harming him. That night, Felix had a strange dream about this demon god who was coming back from the pits of Hell, summoned by Sephiroth. Felix could see himself standing by Sephiroth, as he watched the god rise out from the portal. He opened his eyes suddenly, waking up, sweating. The dream had felt so real... Felix swore he could feel the heat in the room.
"I need... to stop this... my life needs to get back on track!" as he said that, he got up, and dressed. He went out to the weapon smith, and they were having a special on M9's. Felix walked inside, and saw a variation of swords, guns, and other deadly weapons. He walked over to the smith and said, "I'm looking for a certain sword..."
The man looked at Felix, and responded with: "Aren't you a little young to be buyin' a sword or gun?" Felix glared at him. "I'm the son of Cloud Strife...your saviour..." The man's eyes widened, and then he opted to find him a sword, "Well I'll be... the son of the legendary hero. What kind of sword are you looking for, kid?"
Felix paced around. "Well... can you make me a sword, like my father's?" The smith got to work as soon as possible. "I'll be finished in a few hours." He went back to his apartment, and killed some time by polishing the Masamune given to him by his father after he killed Sephiroth, and sleeping. He had another nightmare, and ended up waking up 8 hours later. "What time is...SHIT!" He quickly put his black cape, and his scarf on, and went out to the weapon smith, saying to himself "Please be open, please be open, please be open!"
He ran to the door, and saw the sign said "CLOSED" "No!" he said, as he slid down to his knees. "I'm too late!" It was around 10 PM, and the shop closed at 8. But the smith opened the door, and handed Felix the finished sword, smiling. "What? You think I'd forget about you and ditch the sword? It's on me, no charge. And I gave you an extra gift. Now off with ya, it's late." As he said that, he closed up the shop, and went home.
"The sword... and what's this?" He opened a brown package, which had an M9 handgun in it, with 3 clips of ammunition. "Why'd he give me a gun?" He looked it over twice, then put it back in the package, and put it in his pocket. He carried the sword on the way home, but was stopped by a group of thugs. "Hey kid, where are you goin' this late? Don't you know the streets are dangerous?" He smirked, flipping out a knife.
"Yeah!" Another said, while he flipped out a knife aswell. "Just give us yer money and you can walk away with only scars!" They couldn't see what the huge object was on Felix's back. He looked at the thugs, un-intimidated. "You should run now..." he said, as he pulled the giant sword from his back. One of the thugs ran when he saw the boy draw out that sword. "HEY! Get back here pussy! It's only a fuckin' butter knife! Somethin' that big can't be sharp!" Felix smirked at him, and before the thug knew it, he was sliced in 2.
"Too easy...It was......?" He could feel an odd presence behind him, and infront of him. There were at least 4, surrounding him.
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To be continued! End of chapter 3.
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A few moments after Sephiroth put the Bloodstone on the table, he began to chant an ancient spell. Felix watched helplessly as a ring of energy surrounded his body, and drew out some of his energy.
"This won't hurt very much..." Sephiroth looked at Felix, and began to place a special energy into his body. The pain was unbearable, and Felix's cries of pain were for naught. In this room, nobody could hear his screams. "Boy... nobody can hear you screaming... your painful screams echo into the darkness, lost... why does it hurt you? Why do you feel pain?" He said, as he gently stroked Felix's cheek with his index finger.
Felix managed to look at Sephiroth, and said in responce: "You... you're not...human...you sick bastard!" He looked away, as Sephiroth looked him over. Sephiroth simply smiled, and finished the transfer, and told Felix, "What am I exactly? What are you? Why do you exist? Why do we all exist? Somethings in life cannot be answered right away." He grabbed the stone, and then broke it in his hand, shards tearing through his glove, cutting his hand. The blood trickled down his fingers, as he took his glove off.
Felix watched Sephiroth, as he licked up the crimson liquid. "Are you... a Vampire?" he said, in horror. Sephiroth looked at the boy, and still smiled. "No...but I know what you are... And, it's time you return to your room..." He lead Felix out of the room, then kissed him.
Felix went back to his room, completely mortified from the whole event that just happened. "What the hell just happened to me... I feel so strange..." Felix looked around the room, feeling a bit woozy from the spell that was used, which was actually for a special ritual, that took of some of his blood, without harming him. That night, Felix had a strange dream about this demon god who was coming back from the pits of Hell, summoned by Sephiroth. Felix could see himself standing by Sephiroth, as he watched the god rise out from the portal. He opened his eyes suddenly, waking up, sweating. The dream had felt so real... Felix swore he could feel the heat in the room.
"I need... to stop this... my life needs to get back on track!" as he said that, he got up, and dressed. He went out to the weapon smith, and they were having a special on M9's. Felix walked inside, and saw a variation of swords, guns, and other deadly weapons. He walked over to the smith and said, "I'm looking for a certain sword..."
The man looked at Felix, and responded with: "Aren't you a little young to be buyin' a sword or gun?" Felix glared at him. "I'm the son of Cloud Strife...your saviour..." The man's eyes widened, and then he opted to find him a sword, "Well I'll be... the son of the legendary hero. What kind of sword are you looking for, kid?"
Felix paced around. "Well... can you make me a sword, like my father's?" The smith got to work as soon as possible. "I'll be finished in a few hours." He went back to his apartment, and killed some time by polishing the Masamune given to him by his father after he killed Sephiroth, and sleeping. He had another nightmare, and ended up waking up 8 hours later. "What time is...SHIT!" He quickly put his black cape, and his scarf on, and went out to the weapon smith, saying to himself "Please be open, please be open, please be open!"
He ran to the door, and saw the sign said "CLOSED" "No!" he said, as he slid down to his knees. "I'm too late!" It was around 10 PM, and the shop closed at 8. But the smith opened the door, and handed Felix the finished sword, smiling. "What? You think I'd forget about you and ditch the sword? It's on me, no charge. And I gave you an extra gift. Now off with ya, it's late." As he said that, he closed up the shop, and went home.
"The sword... and what's this?" He opened a brown package, which had an M9 handgun in it, with 3 clips of ammunition. "Why'd he give me a gun?" He looked it over twice, then put it back in the package, and put it in his pocket. He carried the sword on the way home, but was stopped by a group of thugs. "Hey kid, where are you goin' this late? Don't you know the streets are dangerous?" He smirked, flipping out a knife.
"Yeah!" Another said, while he flipped out a knife aswell. "Just give us yer money and you can walk away with only scars!" They couldn't see what the huge object was on Felix's back. He looked at the thugs, un-intimidated. "You should run now..." he said, as he pulled the giant sword from his back. One of the thugs ran when he saw the boy draw out that sword. "HEY! Get back here pussy! It's only a fuckin' butter knife! Somethin' that big can't be sharp!" Felix smirked at him, and before the thug knew it, he was sliced in 2.
"Too easy...It was......?" He could feel an odd presence behind him, and infront of him. There were at least 4, surrounding him.
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To be continued! End of chapter 3.